(Kind of different stuff here today but please give me feedback!)
The toxic air returned
filling my fragile lungs
up with smoke
the battle for something clean
was too tough
so you consumed me
my fingertips are blue
deprived from oxygen and being filled
with the bitter taste of you
cloud of greed
as pretty you are as controlling
catching my breath, clean unfolding
spreading farther within
I had no choice but to obey
the demands you wrote again
bruised heart and bruised lungs
my body crying weak
searching for a battle that can be won
